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Jeor
He poured himself a glass of arbor gold. He shook his head at the ovewelming piles of parchment on his desk. The work of a lord commander never seemed to end. He'd sent more men out from the safety of the wall. Allister Thorn and his ten riders might not survive. Benjen had taken their best out on the ranging. Jeor felt something deep in his old bones. They were entering into a new era perhaps the return of heroes.
Joer turned over the letter he'd received from Rob Stark. When placed next to a overheated lantern, the real text revealed itself.
Lord Commander
By the old gods and new don't trust this creature Mycah. He isn't a butcher's son anymore. I have reason to believe he caused my brother's fall and an assassination attempt. Don't confront him directly. He's highly dangerous and I don't know what he can do. It is possible I'm finding discrepancies that aren't there. By the old gods, I don't know what to do.
I'll wait to gather the lords and confront him on his return. If he turns against me with the lords gathered, he'll kill them all. Then there will be nothing to stop him from taking the north.
Lord Rob
He could choose to believe the boy or not. If he was as Rob said then it didn't matter. If the lords and bannermen gathered for that lord's benefit isn't enough. Then who is the real ruler of the north.
A few hours passed and he was making progress with his work. He looked over to his fireplace. The same fireplace that many lord commanders must have stared at. Though not as many as in the nightfort.
The fire crackled but even that heat couldn't melt the wall. He stared at the ice that surrounded him. This place stood for 8thousand years. If what that boy creature said was true, then it was known. He'd gathered reports of dead men walking. Wildlings have been reported talking about such tales. Before it was thought to be superstition.
He drank heavily feeling the drink warm his blood. It was good stuff. He kept Longclaw close at hand.
The boy had come armed to the teeth. Axes, spears, swords, knives, and sharpened stars littered his body. Then there was the massive sheathed sword on his back. A blade made for a rider by Jeor's reckoning.
Jeor imagined the boy killed his horse on the way to the castle. By the speed he arrived, he might have killed multiple horses. The Starks weren't known for being wasteful with their gold. They wouldn't have given just anyone the gold to kill multiple horses to get here just after the Lannisters left.
"Lord Commander, are you sure about calling back the ranging." Jon Snow asked. The boy stood there in front of him determined.
"You were ordered back to Winterfell by your brother. Be happy you're too valuable to join the night's watch." Jeor said. The boy was clearly split between wanting to go help his brother and staying.
"My lord joining the night's watch is all I ever dreamed about." Jon said.
"Young man we aren't going anywhere. I'm sure you'll be back soon enough." Jeor said. Inside he hoped the boy wouldn't be. This place was not for the boy. He would be a great brother but it would kill him.
"Dream a new dream. Go to Essos and become a mercenary. Squire and become a knight if you wish. Live your life boy this is your second chance." Jeor said. Jon looked uncertain. "Go home and take care of your family."
Allister
They should have followed the planned route for the ranging. The boy rode a charger worse than anyone Allister had ever met. The horse was controlled by force. Worse the animal was terrified of the boy who rode it. Why any lord paramount would send such a boy to retrieve family was beyond him. As far as a sentient plague was concerned, he'd believe it when he saw it.
They had been riding for half a day. The wall had barely vanished behind them and they were deep in the woods. The boy had insisted they travel this way to head off the ranging party. Everyone was waiting for a wildling attack.
Besides the tactical absurdity in exchange for a strategic advantage the boy was a strange one. He didn't get cold even beyond the wall. In light leathers, he was able to move about in temperatures cold enough to freeze blood. Worse he moved in heavy snow like he was born to do it. Then there was his strength. No boy should be so strong.
"We can't cross that. The main road isn't far we can still catch up." Allister said.
"No, I'll make a bridge. It won't take long." The boy said and hopped off the charger. His stallion was pleased to have him off.
"That's time we don't have." Allister yelled. Then the boy pushed a 50year old yew down. Allister stopped what he was doing and watched the tree fall. The boy tapped it with the side of his hand cutting the top off.
"It won't take a minute." He replied. Twelve trees fell after that and their tops were cut. No tools were used. In five minutes, a bridge was built. Large trees stabbed into the riverbed to support the planks.
"You go first." Allister said.
Now the river was behind them and they were a day out from the ranging. That didn't make the journey any safer. They were in Thenn country now.
"Ranger Thorn archer at three o'clock in a tree 10 meters up. He's watching us and sending a message to one at our first. Eyes forward don't look." The boy said. He never looked or if he did Thorn didn't notice. He'd been right about the ambush.
"Alright we need to move. If we spread out, they can't get all of us all but someone will die." The boy sighed and took two metal stars from his pack. He tossed one then the other.
Allister watched them shoot off at incredible speeds. Crunch! Just as the stars flew off two bald scarred men fell into the snow. The snow quickly turned red before even the blood froze. Then the boy did something strange. He stabbed his hand into one of the Thenn's chest. When he pulled his hand free, he did the same with the other one.
"They were scouts. They have a camp ahead with a warg leading it. He had four skins, now he's down to three. One's a shadowcat, another a bear, and the last an eagle. I'll be back." The boy pulled the ridiculously large blade from his horse.
"Wait how do you know that?" Allister demanded. This reeked of magic. Was this boy like the wargs or something worse?"
"Well, I took what they knew. An interesting bunch those Thenns. This close to the wall they haven't been fully indoctrinated. I'm going to offer them a chance to join me." He kicked his horse and charged presumably towards the camp.
They followed him. He rushed past, killing the camp guards with his sword. Before their heads touched the ground, the boy was in and killing. His sword moved cleaving through anything it touched. Leather shields, steel, and flesh were all the same to it. After a pass any who put up a fight was dead. He'd never seen a fight end so quickly.
The boy started speaking the Thenn language quick. A shadowcat leapt to knock him off the horse. A spear appeared out of nowhere skewering it through the head. An eagle flew down only to be bisected. Another star flashed before striking Allister's right. He looked over to see glittering steel buried deep in a bear's skull.
The boy threw open the tent and found the warg. He stabbed his hand through the man's chest and crushed the Thenn's heart. All that was left of the camp were young women and children of the Thenns some younger than the boy himself. One of the boys came out with a bow and fired an arrow. It moved too fast for Allister to warn the boy.
It slammed into something golden and fell to the ground. The boy turned to the young Thenn and said something. They spoke for a few exchanges then the boy lowered his bow and collapsed to his knees.
"We're done here." The boy's eyes glowed golden and had the stallion's coat changed a bit. Did its black coat have golden tips before? The horse obeyed the boy without fear from then on.
Rob
In his study he continued to write letters to his father. Luwin supplied him with the invisible ink he required to make his letters for North eyes only. There was a reason they kept a supply of lemons. It wasn't for lemon cakes either.
From his study, he watched Arya tear apart a training dummy with a sword. Mother was gone and Arya cleaved through a wooden dummy with a tourney blade. He had to admit it, he was scared. Arya was stronger than him after six hours of meditation. That and a gift from her new paramour. Offering her up like that was necessary. He hoped she'd forgive him someday.
The door to his study opened. He looked up to see Theon.
"She's been at it all day. Do you know what she asked when a servant brought her food?" Theon asked.
"What did she say Theon?" Rob asked.
"Is Jon back yet?" Theon said. Rob snorted not feeling jealous at all.
"It's good to see some things never change." Rob said.
"Then I asked her why she wasn't asking about Mycah. She said she would know when he's back." Rob frowned.
"About that boy." Rob said.
"Hey I know that scowl. Did he fall out of your favor already? I thought he was going beyond the wall to find proof for your bannermen." Theon said as he lounged in a chair.
"I needed time. Do you know what he is? I had Luwin send a letter to old town. Apparently, the maesters are eager to look into it." Rob said.
"A hero of the old tales or maybe a son of the drowned god." Rob raised an eyebrow. "The tentacles Rob." Theon said. Rob nodded his head. The tentacles were horrible.
"Do you think father will agree to my decision to betroth Arya to him? Someone that powerful needs to be tied down. We can't force him to obey but we can use status and the chain of command. He said he was a soldier." Rob said.
"No not unless Arya agreed and he had your father's blessing. As for using status and the chain of command. That is very southern of you. Your mother would be proud." Theon looked pensive. Rob waved his hand. "What if everything he said was true?"
"Then I'm a fool and we're going to need all of the seven kingdoms on our side." Rob concluded.
Mycah
As they traveled to their destination. He couldn't help but muse over his latest acquisition. What he did wasn't warging. That much was obvious by the change in his stallion's coat. He could feel bits of himself inside the charger he road. The power, his power churned inside the beast changing it into what Mycah could describe as a sacred treasure. In a sense the stallion was becoming a power line for Mycah's aura.
It wasn't an odd thing. Powers taken often mutate due to his golden aura. The wrath of gods was different. It synced with his aura completely. Yoki powered fox fire wasn't the same. It had mutated into red demonic flames.
From his sacred treasure, he could feel the hoof beats in the snow. There was a power developing from the stallion. That power could be anyone's guess. It would develop eventually.
After riding all day, they made a camp to rest. "I'm taking first watch boy and Malcom you have second." Allister said.
"Will we have no fire captain Allister?" Mycah asked.
"No not this far from the wall. Unless there is a reason to." Allister said.
"Captain my clothes are wet, I need to dry them." Or he'll die of frostbite or hypothermia was left unsaid. Mycah didn't remember how it happened but the guy was shivering.
"Fuck, we can't afford to give away our location. An ambush will work just as well on us." It was already pitch-black outside.
"Is that a boulder?" He knew it was by his sixth sense. It was actually a massive chunk of soapstone of all things.
"What about it?" Allister grunted more focused on his recruit.
Mycah placed a hand on it and unleashed demon fire in a less obvious way. The boulder quickly began heating up. The snow around it melted. But it didn't sink. Mycah surrounded it with logs to keep footing.
"That is magic isn't it?" Allister said.
"Yes, it is. I don't hide it well." Mycah said.
"You really don't." Allister said. "At least it's useful. Too many good men die from getting their gear wet. A stitch breaks snow gets in and they die in their sleep." Mycah nodded his head. The men ate jerky while digging their fox holes. It would at least keep the worst of the wind off of them. The horses were tied near the heated rock.
"By morning it'll be cold again. A shame we didn't bring any eggs we could have fried them." Mycah said.
"Aren't you going to get some sleep?" Allister asked.
"I don't sleep." Mycah said. For a while Allister went silent.
"If we weren't here what would you do?" He asked.
"I'd continue traveling until I found them." Mycah said. From then no they talked about menial things. Survival skills and life in the night's watch.
Early morning, they made their way quickly. They hit the trail but no tracks were visible. Mycah scanned the area. He stopped his horse and dismounted.
"Allister does one of your boy's have a shovel?" Mycah asked.
"Caleb hand him your snow shovel." Mycah took the shovel offered and quickly dug into the snow. A face was quickly revealed followed by lines of blue traveling nanites. They looked like veins of ice.
The creature's eyes flashed open and he wailed. Mycah smashed his fist down exploding its head in blue and grey mist. From the snow tens of zombies burst out of the ground. Mycah's horse galloped to the other men. "Take the weapons from my mount their designed for these creatures."
Though shocked the men scrambled for their weapons. One of the horses bucked its rider off and galloped away. It nearly left the clearing when a sheet of ice lifted up and the legs of a spider stretched out and snapped it up. The cries of the horse sounded for a moment then silenced.
"Captain my clothes are we again." A black brother yelled.
"Why don't you go back and find the rock again." One of the brothers japed.
Mycah raised his hand and started firing aura beams from his fingertips. Each one hit an ice zombie. Once struck the bodies collapsed. When they hit the ground more nanites rose out of the snow and infiltrated the bodies.
"Don't worry about them. Get ready to move, I'll keep them back." Mycah said. He mounted his horse and they followed the trail. Mycah blasted everything in their path. "Stay behind me and follow my steps. Don't get out of place." Mycah shouted.
He scanned over every body and couldn't find a Stark. No matter how he manipulated his eyes or spread his sixth sense, no sign of a Stark emerged. That could mean anything. He raised his left hand and turned his horse. Just beyond them was an underground cave system full of spiders. Multiple pairs of eight eyes looked above the ice.
"Spiders as big as hounds my ass. Those are horse sized." Caleb yelled.
"Quit belly aching we have a job." Allister roared.
"Sir why did I have to ride with piss pants?" Another brother roared.
"Because you lost control of your horse. While the guy who pissed his pants didn't." Allister yelled.
"Those aren't spiders." Mycah said.
"Wait then what are they? Nevermind, I don't want to know." Allister yelled.
A mountain giant emerged from the snow large as a hill. He had a massive club in his hand and swung it quick as a blink. Masamune flew from its sheath. Mycah swung it and the club broke into pieces flying around them. He pointed to the sky and blasted a stream of golden lightning. The sky darkened quickly as they rode with all their might.
Just as the giant reached for a horse. Massive bolts of lightning rained down smashing into it. The burnt-out creature collapsed to the ground. Rolling downhill into the spider's cave system. One of the soldiers looked back.
"Captain those aren't spiders." Caleb said. Allister looked back.
With a grim expression on his face he replied. "No, they're not brother."
"Is this what the first men fought eight thousand years ago? I didn't see the hands before." Allister asked.
"No, I'd say they've had eight thousand years to experiment." Mycah said.
They made it to a circle of black brothers. They were fighting and dying. A man with features like lord Stark was among them. He moved through the crowd cutting everything down with masamune. He circled through the crowd of zombies. Eight feet of steel had a lot of range. Horseback made that range all the more deadly. His stallion moved ever faster as more of its coat turned golden.
"First Ranger Stark by order of the lord Commander this ranging has been canceled. You and the ranging party are to return to castle black." Mycah said.
"Well if it's an order from the Lord commander how can I refuse." Benjen said. Mycah nodded his head. A tentacle shot out from him and wrapped around a white walker. The creature had thought itself safe hidden in the snow. Once he dragged it out, he bound it in chains, and threw it over his horse like a kill.
"Good that will go a long way to convince the other lords." The creature spoke in a harsh language that sounded more like tearing ice. Its armor shimmered in the sunlight. Mycah was tempted to kill it and absorb its power.
He looked through it to see a lack of nanites. That threw him for a loop. Then he observed the magic that was the creature's consciousness power. It was similar to the energy that traveled between nanites.
"It's going to be harder getting back to the wall than coming out here." Allister said. Mycah nodded.
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